i've lost my word doodle writing mojo, but i am going to keep writing them until it comes back because it is my blog and so there

you can taste it
the rage
you can actually taste it
and it’s
all
his
fault
standing in the hallway
hands
and his eyes
on your hips
you start to
forget why
you are so mad
so very mad
that enrages you more
you point at him
is he smirking?
he is!
sonofabitch
fists!
you feel your own
lip curl
into a snarl
don’t let him
see you
tremble
you want to punch
punch
you grrr
outloud
he holds back
a laugh
blood pressure spikes
he “sorry”s
insincere
bastard
what”s that?
his face
changing
is he?
mad?
you didn’t fall at his
feet because of
the apology
he’s
mad?
motherf–
grrrrrrrr
you want to punch
you are going to punch
and scream
and
and
and he grabs
you
hard
and he pushes
you
against the wall
and you growl